Repression ▶ M•C ▶ 2/3

Chapter 13

                  

Michael's POV

I watched in awe as the purple haired girl rush over to me, only me, from the busy airport terminal, leaving Gwyneth's side, letting her go over to Calum, and dropping her bags down on the floor in front of us, before placing her arms around my neck, as I wrapped my hands around her waist tightly in our usual way.  We were both unable to contain our smiles and I felt like I wanted to start laughing from pure happiness of seeing her again. "Welcome back" I finally spoke, my grin growing even more when she let a small giggle escape from her mouth. "It's good to be home" She laughed a little like a small child. Oh god I was so in love with her, I never wanted her to leave without me again. I heard her sigh when my hands slipped away from her waist and picked up the bags for her, but I could tell she was upset and quickly grabbed her hand with my free one and laced our fingers together. It felt so natural, like we were some old married couple. We left Gwyneth and Calum, who were locked in a tight embrace, and walked out, to my car in a comfortable silence. Georgie was skipping slightly beside me I could tell she was trying to force herself to calm down a little. "So... how was it?" I turned to ask her after we were settled in and I had started the engine. I said it as if it had been a burning questing in the back of my mind or something, calm down Michael. "It was good; would have been better if you were there" She smiled at me.

"Come on everybody! The taxi's here" Cat yelled from the bottom of the stairs and I watched her as she paced up and down the hallway, her hair tied in a high pony tail, her bright pink tips hanging by her shoulders. She had one of Ashton's old bandanas tied around her forehead and a pair of sunglasses resting on it. I was feeling confident, after the conversation I had with Georgie in the early hours of the morning today, I feel that for the first time in months, I have hope. She's ready to listen to me, and I was going to do everything in my power to make her remember. This is my chance to make everything right again.

One by one, everyone came down the stairs, with their various suitcases and bags in their hands or hanging off their shoulders, before stuffing them in the taxi and climbing in next to each other. "Hurry up Michael" Luke shouted from outside. I picked up my suitcase and stood out by the front door, looking at all my friends. They were sat in a minivan sized taxi; the driver looked bored out of his mind as Ashton rambled on at him about god knows what in the passenger seat. Gwyneth and Calum were having a mini food fight with marshmallows in the row behind Ash, and then behind them were Luke and Tink, having a quick steamy make out session while no one was watching, and finally, Cat was sat at the back, with her head phones in and typing away furiously on her phone, not giving a shit about what anyone thought as usual.

These people were my family, every single one of them has been there for me whenever I needed them in the last few months. I love them, more than anything in this world, apart from my own mum of course, but they were the friends I dreamt of back in high school. I was happy, for the first time in a long time I could smile and laugh without feeling guilty. I was still in love with Georgie, I wasn't going to deny it if she asks, I wanted her to know. She deserves everything and more out of life and that means having all of us in her life. Everything was going to be okay now, I could feel it.

"Michael!" Cat shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts and I shut the front door quickly, hurrying to the car and jumping in next to her. "Road trip" Tink sang as the engine started and we all cheered, much to the driver's annoyance. I think everyone was just excited to see Georgie again, for such a long time we thought that we'd lost her, that she didn't want to see us again, but now it's changed, there's a possibility that she wants the same as us, to be part of the family.